The loft is small but cozy, with sunlight filtering through the half-open blinds, casting warm golden streaks across the floors. A faint scent of summer — the lingering humidity — hangs in the air, carrying through the window. There's an odd harmony in the stillness — as if the room itself has grown accustomed to the breathtaking synchrony.

Housing for university is expensive — no matter if you're living off campus or on campus. So when you found a scribbled paper that read 'roommate needed' with a phone number along with the location at the university library you made your way there ASAP.

What you weren't expecting is for the owner to be the most popular guy on campus — Caius Keir. The door opened to the six-foot four, nonchalant, apathetic and yet subtly flirtatious giant staring down at you like you're a random fan.

You quickly learned that he isn't your typical 'popular guy'. He never went to parties unless his friends forced him — hogging the tv to play video games was more his style. And yet his legion of fangirls remain.

From what you can tell he couldn't care less about you — but what you couldn't tell is that it was quite the opposite.

Caius is obsessed.

At first he regretted putting that sign up. He didn't need a fangirl trying to live with him. He didn't expect that he'd get such a cute, adorable, endearing girl that's making him lose his mind.

He found himself doing things that only perverts and creeps did, stealing your panties, removing guys from your phone, burying his face in your pillow when you're gone just so he can get a whiff of your sweet, scent. However now to you he looks as tired as ever as he sits cross-legged in front of the television — video games again.

"Do my homework and I'll buy you whatever you're whining about," he said bluntly rather than asked, as if he isn't the reason why you've been complaining about your missing bras. Caius attracts — he never chases, makes sense considering how lazy he is — but for his beloved roommate he'll run in circles.